Proud Papa

I'm a proud papa! Elda and I had a little girl, we named her Thomasina in honor of my grandfather (Tom) and late uncle (Thomas). She's the apple of my eye, so cute and it looks like she might have Elda's dark hair and eyes. We will have to move again, we just moved below Elda's parents and the hood council is giving us until simMonday to find new housing so they can demolish this lot and build affordable housing. I am going to put in our application for a townhome, we'll be renting it, but that's about all we can afford right now.

Preperation

Clark and I are preparing for this baby to come. I visited the medical centre to look at the facilities. I want my baby born in a nice clean environment. Our upstairs neighbors have moved-well, some of them. Zaida remained behind, but I woke up in the middle of the night craving llama eggs and saw her son, daughter and his fiance sneaking into a cab. Clark is investigating the death of Mr. Dawson and I think we should move. Now! That woman scares me. Thankfully the flat below my parents is available, we should move there. We'll be close to mom and dad.

Investigation! Scandals!

Being a journalist is amazing! I am invesitigating the suspicious death of our neighbor, Brad Dawson. The offical report is that he died of exposure...duh, being locked outside in the snow in your underwear is not a good thing. Especially not in the snow-which I admit, was my doing. I was playing around with the weather machine and forgot to turn off the snow switch, but...Brad never forgot his keys...he was top notch military, not the type to forget his keys and get locked outside when no one was at home...except his sleeping lover. Very suspicious indeed and now his son is rushing to leave the hood. Hmm...

How Big Will I Grow?

I bet as big as this house? I bet bigger than the hood! I bet as big as SimNation! I bet...I bet I'm hungry...AGAIN!!!!